The Forbidden Pantheon - Reissue

There's a scent that plagues all guts

A static need to define what's full

But since void comes first, life's denied

Within this arid box filled with dead connections

Through the broken arc of dreams and thoughts

We are lifeless

Led to all issues

While the box rules the matter

Riding wings of self-destruction

Emptiness gives a sterile birth

We're scars that walk the earth

Infecting all your thoughts

We are the sin that makes your logic imperfect

We are a plague that infects the air

Shutting off all your thoughts

We are the mental illness

That makes you wane

We create ourselves from a dying seed

From a detached root

What is dead should stay dead

Should stay dead

Through the downfall from the moral altar

From blood-soaked chains of revelation

Should stay dead

Should stay dead

Let reason guide you

In the garden of loss

Let reason guide you

In the blood-red fields of prejudice

We're scars that walk the earth

Infecting all your thoughts

We are the sin that makes your logic imperfect

We are a plague that infects the air

Shutting off all your thoughts

We are the mental illness

That makes you wane

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We create ourselves from a dying seed

Since darkness comes from light

What is dead should stay dead

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We're scars that walk the earth

Infecting all your thoughts

We are the sin that makes your logic imperfect

We are a plague that infects the air

Shutting off all your thoughts

We are the mental illness

That makes you wane